My name is Chang An, your name is Gu Li

After Chang An borrowed Du Lao's "Climbing the High Mountain", many literati and poets wrote their own poems, but no one could write poems as good as his. Especially Song Jing and Su Chi, after reading Chang An's poems, they felt that other poems were a bit mediocre.

Seeing that no one was coming up, Song Jing came to the crowd and announced the end of the poetry meeting. Then everyone left, but no one was not reciting Chang An's poem "Climbing the Heights". Some even gathered in groups of two or three to discuss the artistic conception of this poem.

After everyone left, Su Ke said to Song Jing, "Prime Minister Song, I have something else to do, so I can't play chess with you anymore."

"Is Prime Minister Su leaving?"

"Yes," Su Ke said, cupping his hands, "I'll take my leave now."

"Goodbye, Prime Minister Su." Song Jing also bowed and said.

Although Song Jing did not keep Su Hong for long, he felt a little bored after Su Hong left. It was too early to leave now. If he found Chang Wenmeng, he could only talk about business, which was a bit disappointing. But at this time, he saw Chang An and Gu Li sitting on the tree roots and whispering.

After thinking it over again and again, he came to the two of them and called out, "Mr. Chang, Ms. Gu."

When the two saw Song Jing, they quickly stood up and saluted.

Song Jing looked at the young man in front of him, twirling his beard and asked, "I wonder if Mr. Chang can play chess?"

Chang An was stunned for a moment, and replied: "I know a little bit."

"That's perfect. I wonder if Mr. Chang would be so kind as to have a game of chess with me? Madam Gu can also come and watch from the side." Song Jing asked.

"Since it is the Prime Minister who invited me, then there is nothing wrong with that."

"Please." Song Jing extended his hand and led.

"Prime Minister Song, please go first."

The two came to the pavilion and sat opposite each other, with Gu Li sitting next to Chang An. After Song Jing sat down, he handed the chess box with white pieces to Chang An. Chang An knew that Song Jing did it on purpose, meaning that as a senior, he let him, a junior, win.

Chang An took the chess box respectfully, picked up a piece and placed it on the chessboard. Song Jing followed suit and placed a black piece on the chessboard.

"Mr. Chang, could you tell me about the poem Climbing the High Mountain?" Song Jing asked after a few words.

"What?" Chang An placed a piece.

"I have just tasted it over and over again, and I am quite confused. I wonder if Mr. Chang can tell me the meaning of this ascent."

Chang An smiled, and while looking at the situation on the chessboard, he said, "In fact, this poem about climbing a high mountain is not just written when climbing a high mountain, but also a poem expressing sadness."

"All ears."

"This poem is divided into two parts, the first and second couplets, and the second couplets." Chang An put down a child and said, "The first and second couplets describe the autumn scenery, focusing on rendering the entire autumn atmosphere, just like a painter's freehand painting, which is only suitable for conveying the spirit and meaning. Therefore, the first part is used to point out and render the season, and at the same time it is intended to express a sad autumn."

"The second stanza is the only place where the word autumn appears in the whole poem. The second couplet also points out the state at that time - that is, climbing a high place and looking far away. Witnessing the desolate and vast autumn scenery makes people think of infinite sorrow. Therefore, the second stanza is lyrical."

After hearing this, Song Jing nodded slightly, placed a move, and asked, "And then?"

"Then comes the meaning of the poem. The first two lines describe the scenery and the season. It seems to describe the desolate and magnificent autumn scenery, but in fact it indirectly highlights the sadness and sorrow. The second line expresses the emotion, which is worry."

Song Jing was stunned for a moment and asked, "Why are you worried?"

"I'm not worried about the present, but about the future." Chang An explained slowly, "And the future is that I'm afraid I won't be able to serve my country. Although I have a lot of talent, if I can't enter the government and work for the people, I'm naturally worried. This worry is that I'm afraid that my temples will turn white before I get old, and I'll be sick because of the worry. When that happens, I want to drink to relieve my sorrow, but it's because of the illness that I have to do it."

"So, the reason why your later poems have a sense of old age is because you are worried about not being able to serve the country and feel old-fashioned?" Song Jing nodded thoughtfully, and then asked, "How old are you this year?"

"I just turned eighteen this year."

"Eighteen..." Song Jing rubbed the black piece in his hand for a few times before he made his move. "He is not even an adult yet, but he has such a heart. The young are really formidable..."

"Prime Minister Song, you are too kind." Chang An made a move.

"If this is still considered an exaggeration, then no one in this world is worthy of the phrase 'young people should be feared'." As Song Jing said this, Chang Wenmeng walked into the pavilion.

"Prime Minister Song, what's going on?" Chang Wenmeng was very confused when he saw his son and Song Jing sitting together playing chess, chatting and laughing. Even a woman like Gu Li was able to sit aside and watch the game.

"Is it not okay for me to invite the talented man from Dr. Chang's family to play chess with me?" Song Jing looked at the chessboard and examined the situation before making a move. "I have to say, Dr. Chang, your husband is a talented man."

"Prime Minister Su, thank you for your compliment." Chang Wenmeng said when he saw Chang An sitting opposite Song Jing and calmly placing a white piece.

"You two, father and son, are simply cut from the same cloth. Both of you are so modest." Song Jing shook his head helplessly and said.

"Humility makes people progress, and pride makes people fall behind." Chang An smiled slightly. After saying this, he raised his head and looked at the sun in the eastern sky.

After hearing this, Song Jing burst out laughing and said, "Forget it, forget it. When it comes to modesty, who can be more modest than you, Chang An?"

After a while of silence, Chang An and Song Jing made a few more moves, while Gu Li and Chang Wenmeng watched from the side. At this time, Song Jing asked, "Mr. Chang, do you have a husband?"

"There is only a master, but no teacher." Chang An replied.

Song Jing smiled, placed a piece on the chessboard, and then said, "Then do you think I am qualified to be your master?"

Now it was the turn of Chang An, Gu Li and Chang Wenmeng to be stunned, and Chang An, the person involved, was the first to react. He quickly stood up. According to the ancient rules, should he still kowtow three times and bow nine times? Just thinking about this, Chang An was about to kneel down.

Seeing this, Song Jing knew what Chang An was going to do. He was overjoyed and quickly reached out to hold him back, saying, "No need to do this, there are so many people here, so let's skip the kneeling ceremony."

Only then did Chang An sit back in his original position.

Song Jing continued to make moves, and then said, "Actually, I went to your house yesterday and met your beloved wife."

"I know..."

"What are you still downloading?" Song Jing reminded.

"......I heard about it from my wife yesterday, so I know it too." Chang An said, and then placed a piece on the chessboard.

Song Jing nodded with satisfaction and said, "I borrowed your poetry collection from Madam Gu yesterday and found that your poems are really good. After seeing it today, I feel that you are a great talent, so I want to take you as my student."

"Come to think of it this way, you are still my first student."

"Thank you for your kindness, sir." Chang An said.

"Chang'an, do you have any words?" Song Jing asked.

"To reply to the sir, I haven't picked the name yet."

"Since you are my student, I should give you this name, so that you can address others by your name in the future." Song Jing looked at Chang Wenmeng at this time, "Dr. Chang, you are his father, what do you say?"

"Prime Minister Song's student is my son, not me." Chang Wenmeng said, meaning that you can just ask Chang An, don't ask me.

"Changan, what do you think?"

"Then Chang An would like to thank you very much, sir." Chang An made a move and said.

So, Song Jing took the chess piece and thought: "Your name is Chang'an, which should mean that you are always safe. And this name is homophonic with Chang'an City, the capital of the Tang Dynasty. And the original meaning of Chang'an City is that the Tang Dynasty will be able to maintain long-term peace and prosperity in the future."

"In that case," Song Jing put the chess piece on the chessboard, "Then I will give you a name: Yonghe. What do you think?"

After Chang An put down the chess piece in his hand, he stood up with Gu Li, saluted to Song Jing who was sitting opposite him, and said, "Yonghe thanks you for the calligraphy."

Song Jing responded to the couple with a smile. When he lowered his head and was about to continue playing chess, the smile on his face froze and then slowly disappeared. Finally, he sighed, put the black piece in his hand back into the chess box, and said, "This game, I lost."

Chang Wenmeng was stunned for a moment after hearing this, and quickly looked down. On the chessboard, the white pieces already had an absolute advantage, while the black pieces could only stay in a small space, barely surviving. It was obvious that the white pieces had won.

"As expected, the young are to be feared." Song Jing smiled bitterly, "I didn't expect that you could set up such a big chess game while communicating with me."

"Thank you for your kindness, sir." Chang An bowed slightly and said.

"Forget it." Song Jing waved his hand, "I am tired, so I will take my leave now."

After saying this, he ordered someone to clean up the chessboard. After saying hello to Chang An and the others, he left. Chang Wenmeng also followed behind Song Jing and saw him off.

At this time, Wang Wei also came over and called out, "Brother Chang."

Chang An looked over and replied, "Brother Mo Jie."

"I just wanted to discuss with you, Brother Chang, about the poem Climbing the High Mountain, but seeing that you were called over by Prime Minister Song to play chess, I can only wait here." Wang Wei said.

"From now on, you don't have to call me Brother Chang. Just call me Yonghe." Chang An said.

"Yonghe?"

Seeing Wang Wei was puzzled, Chang An explained, "Prime Minister Song just accepted me as his student and gave me the name Yonghe."

"Brother Yonghe has such talent. I believe Prime Minister Song also admires his talent." There was no trace of jealousy in Wang Wei's words.

"Brother Mojie, didn't you want to discuss climbing with me?" Chang An said, "My wife is not feeling well, so I want to accompany her down the mountain first. If Brother Mojie wants to discuss it, you can come with us."

"I can't ask for it."

After that, the three of them walked down the mountain together, and Chang An repeated to Wang Wei what he had just said to Song Jing. When they reached the foot of the mountain, Chang An and Wang Wei said goodbye and left.

After returning home, Chang An sat down at the low table, while Gu Li sat beside him, rummaging through the basket of embroidered silk on the table. Soon, Gu Li pulled out two sachets and called out, "Chang Lang."

"Ok?"

Gu Li placed one of the sachets in Chang An's hand and said, "Today is Double Ninth Festival. This sachet is for Chang Lang."

Chang An took a look at the sachet. It was very finely crafted, and there were two words embroidered on it: hometown. Chang An raised his eyebrows and secretly glanced at the sachet in Gu Li's hand - as expected, there were two words embroidered on it: Chang'an.

"This is the sachet I embroidered myself. Does it look good?" Gu Li said as if asking for credit.

Chang An also carefully examined the sachet in his hand and said, "It looks good, better than those famous embroidery works."

"Of course." Gu Li was obviously a little cocky.

Chang An smiled, and hung the sachet directly around his waist, patted it and said, "Tomorrow I will wear this sachet to the Imperial College and show off my mother Gu's craftsmanship to my classmates."

"Oh, right," Gu Li suddenly thought of something at this time, "Chang Lang won the first prize in the Climbing Poetry Competition today, and also became the student of Prime Minister Song. I want to give Chang Lang a reward."

Chang Lang immediately became interested when he heard this, and he pulled Gu Li into his arms and hugged her, ignoring her exclamation, and asked, "What's the reward?"

Gu Li sat in his arms and kissed his cheek.

"Is this the reward?" Chang An pretended to be disgusted and said, "That's too perfunctory."

When Gu Li saw Chang An's expression, he thought that he really didn't like this "reward" and quickly kissed him on the other cheek.

But Chang An seemed unsatisfied, and sighed, saying, "I guess there will be rumors tomorrow that the great talent Chang Yonghe has run out of ideas at the age of 18, and it is unlikely that he will even pass the imperial examination."

Seeing this, Gu Li became a little anxious. She bit her red lips and covered Chang An's lips. When she came down, she hid her face in Chang An's arms again, her cheeks already flushed.

"Then... then does Chang Lang like this reward?"

Gu Li nestled in Chang An's arms and asked in a very low voice.

Chang An hugged her again, stretched out his fingers to scratch the tip of her nose, and said:

"That's pretty much it."